Falling
When she fell, no beauty could be found in her descent.
Because when people fall, it is not alluring like the snowflakes that signal winter.
Her plummet into hell could only be viewed by the callous.
And her torment could only be helped by the devil;
If he would have enough mercy to bring her endless slumber.
Copyright © Hailey Coraggioso | Year Posted 2015
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